Chapter Twenty

We're sitting on a blanket on the sand, watching the white foam of the waves rush ashore as they break. The sound of the surf is relaxing and the scent of the salt on the air is intoxicating. One of my first stops after getting here from Missouri was the beach – and being near the sea never got old for me. I never pass up a chance to stick my toes in the sand and enjoy the waters.

The moon is high overhead, its silvery light casting the world around us in a monochromatic tint. It sparkles off the surface of the ocean and makes the foam of the breakers seem to glow. A slight breeze makes the evening a little chilly, but not unpleasant.

It's a beautiful night – made all the more beautiful by having Wyn's arm around my shoulders.

I lean my head upon his shoulder and look out at the dark, vast expanse of the ocean – it seems to go on forever. As we sit there in a comfortable silence, my mind again wanders, dredging up the possibility that this is the last night I'll be with Wyn – and I feel my heart breaking all over again.

Sitting up, I turn and face Wyn. He looks at me, a gentle smile upon his lips. I lean forward and kiss him. It's a soft, sweet kiss at first. But it's not long before I'm leaning into him, letting all of my feelings, my emotions, pour out of me. I push him down on the blanket and crawl on top of him, straddling him. And as we kiss, as our tongues swirl around one another, I can already feel him growing harder beneath me.

I grind myself down against his thickening cock, feeling my pulse speeding up as the fire inside of me ignites. He runs his hands up the back of my shirt and I shudder at the touch of his fingertips upon my skin. Wyn plants a row of kisses along my neck as he deftly unhooks my bra and slides his hands around to the front, cupping my breasts. He squeezes them, giving my stiff nipples a tight little pinch.

I moan softly as he lifts my shirt enough to bare my breasts and puts his mouth on them. His tongue darts and swirls around my nipples and I feel waves of pleasure rolling through me. I grind my hips harder, moving up and down on his hard cock, drawing a gasp from him.

With my nipples still in his mouth, he slides his hands down the back of my jeans, his fingertips pressing into the flesh of my ass. I love feeling his hands on me. The sensations that course through my body are intense. Electric. He makes me feel as if my entire body is one live wire.

We kiss again, our tongues darting together with passion and intensity and before I know it, my pants are halfway down my thighs. Wyn slides his hand between my legs and pushes my panties to the side. He slips two fingers inside of me and as we kiss, begins to move them. I'm instantly wet and feel the heat between my thighs growing.

I cry out softly as Wyn fingers me, slipping his digits into the hot, dripping wet center of me hard and fast. I grab on to his hair and pull it, kissing him hard, as he drives his fingers in deep. He keeps pumping his fingers into me over and over again, bringing me to the brink. And when I rock back a bit, taking him even deeper inside of me, a wave of pleasure breaks and pulls me under.

I tremble and shake, my cries and groans as loud as the waves thundering ashore. And when at last, my orgasm subsides, Wyn pulls his fingers out. I can see my juices glinting in the silvery moonlight, and he slips them into his mouth, savoring the taste of me. It drives me absolutely wild and makes the bonfire burning in me grow even brighter. Hotter.

I sit up and start to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. With that done, I reach in and pull his long, thick cock out of his pants. I stroke him slowly, running my thumb around the head, making him draw in a sharp breath. Wyn gives me a salacious little smile and then grabs hold of my hips. He turns me around so that I'm straddling his face. And when he grabs me by the hips and pulls me down on him, plunging his tongue inside of me at the same time, I feel like a bomb went off inside of me.

He licks and sucks on my most intimate parts with abandon. His tongue plunging into me again and again, teasing my clit with the tip. I moan and grind myself down against him as he slides his tongue into me.

“God, Wyn,” I moan. “You feel so amazing.”

I wrap my hand around his cock and start to stroke him. I tighten my grip around the base of his cock and run my tongue around the head of it as I continue to jerk him off. I feel his breath, hot and moist against my pussy and shudder. He moans when I take his cock into my mouth and I feel the vibration of his voice running throughout my body.

He's licking and sucking on me so hard that it makes it difficult to keep my own rhythm as I suck him off – or try to. I close my eyes and try to focus as I move my mouth up and down on his cock. The sensations of his tongue on the hot center of me send electric sparks shooting through me and make me tremble. I tighten my lips around his cock and work my mouth and hand in unison, trying to bring him as much pleasure as he's bringing me.

I feel Wyn's body stiffen beneath me, tension running through every muscle. He stops, his breathing ragged, his voice hoarse.

“Wait,” he gasps. “You're going to make me come.”

I look back at him, a flirty smile on my lips. “Good.”

He smiles back but shakes his head. “I want to be inside of you, Kaitlyn. I need to feel you.”

I climb off his face and turn around, intending to ride him. But he quickly rolls me onto my back, pulling a surprised squeal out of me. I laugh and part my thighs as he kisses me. He leans forward and I feel the head of his cock slipping between my swollen lips. But he draws back and then moves again so the head of his cock is rubbing my clit.

I lean my head back and moan as he starts to run the length of his cock back and forth on my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure rolling through me.

“Oh, God, baby,” I moan.

I feel the pressure building up low inside of me and desperately need to feel him in me. I need to feel him sliding deep inside of me. Fucking me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I dig my nails into his back and kiss him as with one hard thrust, he buries himself deep into me.

Wyn begins to pump his hips, driving his cock into me again and again. I dig my nails deeper into his back and cry, drawing another gasp from him. As if acting of its own volition, my body writhes beneath him, Wyn's every movement sending tendrils of fire shooting through me.

I can feel every inch of Wyn's glorious cock moving inside of me and my body trembles in appreciation of it. Pulling myself up, I kiss him, kiss his neck, and when he thrusts himself deep inside of me, I cry out and bite his shoulder. He gasps when I sink my teeth into his flesh but then smiles and keeps his rhythm steady.

“I love being inside of you,” Wyn gasps.

“I love having you inside of me.”

He drives his cock into me hard and deep and out of nowhere, an orgasm more powerful and intense sweeps through me. I cry out, my eyes growing wide as my body trembles and shakes almost violently. The ecstasy washing through me is intense and I feel like I can't catch my breath. I cling to Wyn, gasping and moaning as wave after wave of pleasure breaks upon me with the intensity of the waves of the ocean thundering against the shore.

I feel the muscles within me tighten around him and hear Wyn gasp in surprise. He cries out as his body tenses and a moment later, I feel him burst within me. He calls my name as I feel his thick cock throbbing inside of me and a moment later, feel his hot, sticky seed filling me up.

He collapses on top of me and together, our bodies intertwined, his cock still sheathed within me, we ride out the waves of ecstasy rippling throughout both of us.

Gradually, our hearts slow, our breathing returns to normal, and we are laying side by side on the blanket, staring up at the vastness of space above. The sound of the waves hammering the shoreline is peaceful, calming. And the cool breeze lightly buffets our naked bodies, cooling our skin.

We lay there, next to each other, holding hands for several long, comfortable moments. But then Wyn turns onto his side, half-laying on my body, staring down at me. In his eyes, I see as many thoughts and emotions as there are stars in the sky above. And yet, he remains so guarded and cautious, I can't interpret a single one of them.

“What are you thinking?” I finally venture to ask.

“About you.”

“What about me?”

The lonely, plaintive cry of a nightbird echoes around the empty beach.

“I'm thinking that you're amazing,” he says. “You're unlike anybody I've ever met. Unlike anybody I ever expected to meet.”

“I think I can pretty safely say the same things about you,” I say, a silly grin crossing my face. “The whole dragon thing aside.”

Wyn's eyes sparkle and dance above me. They seem to glow with that inner fire I saw when he was in his dragon form. And my pulse quickens as I stare into that gorgeous face. Reaching up, I lay my hand against his cheek, reveling in the warmth of his skin. We stare at each other for what seems like minutes. I'm so lost in his eyes that I don't know how long it actually is – could have been seconds, for all I know.

But, it doesn't matter to me. I just want to stay there, lost in those eyes, our bodies intertwined, relishing this most perfect night for as long as we can.

“I'm not going to stay in Chondelai,” he says. “I'm going to stay here. With you.”

I feel the smile spreading across my face as something warm and amazing blossoms within my heart.

“Are you sure?”

He nods. “I'm sure,” he says. “You've turned my life upside down – in a good way.”

I look at him for a moment longer before pulling him down into a tight embrace. We lay there, tightly holding on to one another as the waves continue to crash and the bird continues to cry out overhead.

Everything feels perfect. Everything feels right. And I'm happy.